Champions of Mareth

My clit seems to have returned mostly to normal when I wake up, though its still a little larger than it was before. I try to sit up, and immediately feel every nerve in my body scream out in unison.

"Gahhhh!" I cry, my body flopping back onto the dirt. That beast sure did a number on me... I just have to hope none of the damage is permanent.

Closing my eyes, I picture the campsite, and am relieved to feel the familiar rush of transportation blow over me. Graciously, the fast-travel lands me directly inside my tent. I'm not sure if that's how it's programmed or just luck, but I'm thankful for it either way. I don't think I could even manage crawling a few feet in this state.

I wake from my nap a few hours later. My HP hasn't filled up much, but it's enough that I can stand up without feeling like my body's trying to self-destruct.

Stepping out of the tent, the chill air reminds me that the tentacle-plant had torn up my clothes. Ah great, where am I supposed to get new ones now?

As if answering my question, I hear a fwump nearby, and look over to spot a neatly-folded replica of my original clothes, lying on a nearby rock.

I breathe a sigh of relief. They might not give much defense, but they're better than nothing.

After a long soak in the river, in which I finally manage to clean of most of the stubborn plant-cum off of my skin, I dress, and then reconsider, undress, and go back to sleep.

I'm jolted awake by a shiver that ripples through my body, and find my arms automatically clutching at my bedroll for warmth. This feels much different from the normal chill I get from sleeping naked. It's a lot sharper, almost like the conditions needed for...

I dress quickly, hugging my clothes to my body, and peer out of my tent. Sure enough, though there may not be much of it, on the far side of camp I spot the patch of white I was expecting to see.

Snow!

I jog over to it, and take a closer look. It literally is an isolated circle of snow, even the cloud above sticks out like a sore thumb against the clear red sky. Is this some weather flier's idea of a joke? Or maybe the weather here was just random.

Well, either way, I'm not about to look a gift horse in the mouth. It's still summer in reality, so I haven't got to play with snow in ages! Though the patch here is small, I reckon I could probably make a decent-sized snowman out of all this.

Fetching the ever-dry towel from my tent, I use it as a makeshift glove, and set about rolling the white powder into a ball.

After not too long, I'm satisfied with the size of the base, and roll it into the centre of the snowfield. Once I'm confident that it's not going to roll away or crumble, I let go of it, and start rolling up the second ball for the torso.

There's less snow to gather, but I have to make it strong enough to survive being lifted up. Still, I manage to build it up in less time than the first, although the time it takes me to carefully place it atop the base probably evens it out.

The cold is really starting to get to me now, and it makes me wish the sleeves of this shirt would at least extend to my wrists. Rolling the last ball up quickly, I place it atop the torso, and stand back to admire my work.

Hmmm... three balls in a pile don't really make a snowman, I guess. Looking around, I grab a couple of sticks to use for the arms, and tear off a loose flap from the fabric of the tent to give him a scarf. Wrapping my towel around my own neck, I hop out of the snowy patch, and turn back to admire my handiwork.

It's looking better, but it's still missing a face. I look around for some pebbles, but don't see any nearby that would be a good size.

I could use those gems that the game uses for money... if I had any, that is.

I sigh. Do I dare venture out again to fight more mobs? After the ordeal I went through last night? Honestly I was planning on getting the hay out of this game as soon as I woke up, but then the snow distracted me...

I shake my head, slapping my chilly palms against my cheeks. "Ahhhh, get it together, Rainbow Dash! This is just a game! Are you about to let some team of egghead game-devs get the better of you?"

No... There's no way someone as awesome as me is gonna let that happen. This is just a game. They may have replaced death with rape, but the same rules still apply. So long as I'm careful, I won't have to go through that again. Yeah... that's right. I'm gonna beat this game! That'll show them!

But... at the same time, the forest is getting pretty old. No harm in avoiding that for a while or several, right?

While exploring the barren wastes around the campsite, I stumble upon possibly one of the oddest things I've seen in this game so far. And that's saying a lot.

In the middle of nowhere, stands a door. The frame isn't connected to anything, and realistically, opening it shouldn't lead anywhere.

So obviously, I grab the handle, and give it a push.

As the door opens, a warm draft blows out through the gap, making me realise just how cold I still was from the snow. Pressing my face to the slit, I peer through into the room beyond.

It's difficult to make out at first, as a thin vapour, like fog or smoke, clouds my vision. What I can tell is the door leads to a medium sized room, with a desk on one side, and a long table on the other. At the table, I can see what looks like a goblin sitting on a tall stool, wearing nothing but an apron and some kind of headband.

As I widen the gap to get a better look, I hear a bell chime above me, and the goblin spins around to look my way. I flinch, but stay where I am... I can't even tell if she's seen me through those goggles of hers, but even if she has, she doesn't look like much of a threat.

After a few seconds, a wide smile spreads across her face. "Cuths-tohmer!" she yells with a thick lisp, beckoning me inside.

I shrug, and push the door open all the way, closing it behind me as I step inside. Taking a better look around, the whole place looks like one of Twilight's science labs. The table is covered with vials and beakers of various liquids, many bubbling or smoking or the like. On the walls are shelves full of sciency-looking doodads.

The goblin has wheeled her chair around to the other side of the table, and seems to be monitoring several different beakers while still presumably keeping an eye on me. For some reason she's removed her apron now, so I get a good look at her yellow-green skin and B-cup breasts. Her long orange hair is tied back in a ponytail, and she seems to have painted her nails orange to match. All in all, she does seem kinda cute, but the thick goggles covering her eyes are a little unsettling, so I'm not sure what to make of her.

"Stho, what can Lumi, Gobin Aochomist Extwaordinaire, do fo you today?" she asks, droplets of saliva spattering out as she talks.

"Yikes, say it don't spray it missy," I tease, mostly joking as I take a half-step away from her nonetheless.

She stares at me, her face impassive, and sticks her tongue out. Before I can respond in kind, I notice the enormous stud in the middle of it, which explained her little impediment.

"Ehehe," I laugh awkwardly, "so uh, this an alchemy shop then? You sell potions?"

Lumi nods, apparently over my comment already. "Lumi can sell you some of her finely cwafted poetions fo a good pwice, ore, if you’ve alweady got some nice poetions or reagents, Lumi can make them even bettar. But tha cost a whole lot. If you were one of dee Followers, den maybe Lumi could make a special deal wit you; but the boss don’t want me playin wit outsiders. Wat will it be?"

She then points to a price list of potions available for sale. I'm still broke, so I tell her I'll keep her in mind, and head back out the door.

After a couple of close fights with an imp and a goblin, I'm pretty sure I have enough gems to make a face for the snowman, so I head back to camp.

I can divide the gems into different denominations, so I split them all into one-gem's worth, and use two of them for the eyes, and about seven for a smiling mouth. It's almost complete, but it still lacks something...

Sure enough, a snowman's not a snowman without a carrot for a nose. But where the hay am I meant to get a carrot around here?

I sigh. Well, the snow doesn't seem to be going anywhere, so I guess if I do manage to find one, I can always come back to it.

I can feel my nipples rubbing against the fabric of my shirt. The combination of cold mixed with arousal from the goblin fight has hardened them into diamonds. I sigh again, and quickly jog back to my tent.

Wrapping myself up in my bedroll, I wriggle out of clothes, and begin to gently stroke my body. The cold of my fingertips makes me jump with each touch, giving myself a masochistic kind of pleasure as I pinch my nipples between finger and thumb.

I let out a girlish squeak as I touch my pussy, before sinking my fingers deep inside to warm up.

When I'm done, I notice a notification in the corner of my vision, telling me that I now qualify for perks. Bringing up the menu, I'm presented with a choice of two perks, both speed related: Evade, to up my evasion chance, or Runner, to up my escape chance.

After a moment's thought, I pick Evade. After all, if I can dodge everything my enemy throws at me, then I won't ever need to run, now will I?

Brimming with confidence, I decide to head out in search of new areas once more. But first, I do an inventory check, and notice a vial of Purple Hair Dye that I'd forgotten about, a drop from one of the goblins I beat.

I can use it, discard it, or let it keep wasting inventory space. Given that I think it'd look pretty cool anyway, I decide to use it. I try to make it so that one side of my hair is dyed while the other stays red, but unfortunately I'm not used to using hair dyes, and it just ends up looking a mess, so my only option remains to completely colour the rest of my hair.

Taking a look at my reflection, I chuckle when I realise I'm really starting to look like a goblin now. Green skin, purple hair, huge boobs... all I need now is to be really tiny and you'd never even know I was human.

Again, really glad I can rely on Twilight to put me back to normal.

Another shiver runs through me, my hair still wet from rinsing it in the river. Okay, that's it, I have got to find somewhere less cold!

You’ve discovered the Desert!

...You have got to be kidding me.